Sitting across from Zach and Shawna in a booth at a diner close to where they practiced, Bree picked at her sandwich and occasionally dipped a french fry into some ketchup and put it in her mouth, not really tasting any of it. She’d asked them to join her for a late lunch/early dinner so she could talk to them about what Trent had told her the day before, about how Monica and her friend George wanted them to play at Nashville Nights, but so far, all she’d done was listen to the happy couple talk about how they were moving in together next weekend.
That was fine with Bree. As a matter of fact, the longer she sat there, the more easy it was to convince herself not to say anything to them at all. It wasn’t like she didn’t already know what they were going to say, that Trent was right, and Monica was nothing but trouble. But then, they were musicians; surely they could see how great this could be for their band, wouldn’t they?
